“Mm…” he moaned when I enclosed my lips upon his throat. “Fuck, baby.” He spanked my ass twice as I sat on his stomach.
A daze rested in his gaze as he lifted his hand toward my face. His thumb brushed the corner of my lip, wiping the cum away that dared to dribble free. I ran my tongue over my mouth, swallowing those last salty drops.
Gavin threaded his hand behind my head and pulled me down to his lips, our tongues sweeping and tasting every trace of him that remained. He grabbed my ass, pulled my flesh, and spanked me hard enough that I flinched. Again and again. Moans escaped me into his mouth as I ground against his abs, rubbing my clit there and losing myself in that contact.
“Fuck,” he hissed. “Give me a minute, baby. You can use me for everything you need,” he managed.
He reached for my breasts, both hands palming them harshly as I arched back. His thumbs swiped over the heart-shaped pasties on my nipples, fingers curling around my ribs.
I was so lost in the moment, so satisfied and ready to continue fucking him until the sun came up and we were forced to mingle with friends—
“Chloe?”
I realized that he was motionless beneath me, his hands hadn’t moved, and his energy… he felt stiff. I opened my eyes, finding him staring at my left breast where his thumb lingered on my tattooed rib.
Shit.
His gaze was narrowed as he rubbed over the ink and the long scar I had tried to hide three years ago with the carefully placed design. A shadowed expression of what I could only decipher as rage stretched over his eyes.
His lashes lifted to mine. “What… What is this?”
“What? The tattoo?” I asked, playing dumb.
“No, this—“
A lump formed in my throat. “It’s nothing,” I said, leaning over to kiss his neck. “Let’s get back to—“
But he wasn’t having it.
“You have a scar,” he said. “Why? It’s bad. What happened?”
The concern in his tone made me sigh. “Well, that’s over,” I muttered, realizing he wouldn’t let it go. I sat up, pressed on his chest, and rose off of him one leg at a time. “It’s nothing. Just a scratch,” I lied as I grabbed a robe from the bathroom.
Hurt rested in his gaze when I came back into the bedroom. He was sitting on the side, hands gripping the edge of the mattress.
“Why are you lying to me?” he asked softly.
I had to clench my teeth as my emotions swelled, and I folded my arms over my chest. “Because I don’t want you to think there’s anything you can do,” I answered truthfully.
“Did someone hurt you?”
“Gavin—“
“Chloe, tell me who hurt you,” he said, rising to his feet. “What happened? What—“
“Oh, god, Gavin.Who do you think?” I snapped.
I hadn’t meant to. I hadn’t meant to raise my voice or sneer. It was just…
“Shit,” I whispered, my head in my hand. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to yell.” I sat down on the bed and sighed. I couldn’tnottell him. If we were to spend our lives together, I couldn’t go on with one more secret, especially one this big.
“It’s why I had to move apartments that year,” I admitted. “The reason I deleted myself from everything.”
Gavin sat down at my side, but he didn’t speak. Instead, he simply held my hand as I told him about one of the scariest days of my life.
“I was home alone. Lana was supposed to be coming over, so when someone knocked on the door, I didn’t think anything of it, but it was Aidan. I tried to get him to leave. He pleaded with me. Told me he’d changed. He swore things would be different. God, he was so…adamant. Desperate, even. It even crossed my mind that he might be on drugs with how out of his mind he seemed. I tried to get him to leave. I told him I was done, I wasn’t falling for his lies anymore. And he… he tried to force himself on me. We fought, and I fell into my coffee table and broke the glass top. One of the glass shards stabbed me, and for some reason, he just didn’t stop. Not even with me bleeding on the floor and screaming.”
I had to pause, tears rising in my eyes. Gavin squeezed my hand, and I knew I could work through it.
